Glee rpf| In another life I'd still choose you
Title: In another life I'd still choose you
Author: ca_te
Pairing: Darren/Chris
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, Fluff
Notes: Part 9 of "The light that you carry inside" Series
Disclaimer: None of this has happened in reality! It's all fictional!!
Darren leans against the back of the couch and simply watches Chris as he writes- chewing at his lower lip in concentration, a strand of stray hair dangling in front of his face.
This is one of the things that he has missed while he was away- not only the feeling of Chris’ skin against his, of his deep moans swirling in his ears- but also this kind of shared and special peace. The one that comes from being at ease around each other. Darren is pretty sure that he has never experienced something like this in his life. He may have been in love before but this craving to build something that can last, that he would fight for, is something completely new.
Chris turns towards him, a small smile stretching his lips.
“I’m sorry that I’ve to work, Dare. I promise I’ll be quick.”
Darren shakes his head and smiles.
“No need to be sorry, babe. I like watching you.”
To see that Chris still blushes when he tells him these things makes Darren feel warm from the tip of his hair to his toes.
As Chris goes back to his script, Darren moves to lay on the couch- his eyes focused on Chris’ lean back.
He lets his mind wander and run freely and once again he imagines what meeting Chris would have been like if they hadn’t been actors, if they hadn’t meet on set.
What would have been like to stumble into Chris at school, to see him for the first time when they were teenagers? Or maybe they would have met in college, at some party or in a quiet corner of the library. Probably they wouldn’t have met at all, but this is his fantasy and he can shape and twist it as he wants, because somewhere deep inside of him the hopeless romantic that he is certain that Chris and him were meant to be.
He closes his eyes and can almost picture the scene.
He imagines spotting Chris in a corner of the cafeteria, sipping a coffee and reading some book. He imagines stumbling into him in high school, his clear eyes looking right at him in a corridor full of people and voices that don’t matter in the least.
He wonders how it would have been like to go out on their first date back then, when they still had so many things to explore. He can almost picture Chris smiling at him, happy and nervous, his cheeks slightly flustered. He wishes he could have been there for Chris, he wishes he could have given nothing but happiness to him when he was stuck in Clovis, surrounded by so many people who couldn’t see how amazing he was.
He knows that it doesn’t make much sense but he wishes he could have been Chris’ first time.
Then he blinks his eyes open again to find Chris looking at him. Darren wonders how is it possible for his heart to leap like that every time that the other man looks at him right that way, as though he is the most beautiful thing on Earth.
“Hey.”
Chris tilts his head to the side. Something swells inside of Darren at the thought that he has slowly gotten to know Chris’ small gestures, the way his eyes crinkle at the corners when he is happy or the way his shoulders tense when he is upset. This is his Chris, the one he was so nervous and excited to meet the first day on set, the one who almost made him cry when he heard him singing Blackbird for the first time, the one whom he was afraid he could never have.
And instead he is here, pale skin and big gentle heart.
“Come here, babe.”
Chris gets up and pads over to the couch; Darren grabs his hand, the feeling of their fingers slotting together effortlessly making his skin tingle.
“Sometimes I think about how it would have been like if we had met before, or if we had had different lives.”
Chris tilts his head to the side and sits on the carpet right in front of Darren, still holding his hand gently.
“I wish I could have found you before…”
Chris smiles and presses a kiss to each of Darren’s knuckles. His lips brushes against his skin as he speaks.
“You know? It feels as though you’ve always been here with me, though. I…Jesus, I don’t think I’ve ever said something like this…”
Darren feels as though warm water is bubbling inside of him; he feels as though nothing could reach him in the perfect place where Chris manages to bring him every time. He tugs at Chris hand until he is sitting beside him and then pulls him down on top of him- the air that leaves Chris’ lungs twirls in the small space between their lips.
“How do you do it, Chris?”
Chris blinks.
“What?”
“Stealing my breath like this every freaking time.”
Chris chuckles and Darren can feel every single vibration against his chest.
“I swear sometimes I think that you’ve come out of some romantic movie or book.”
“Oh, but you love it, admit it!”
Chris’ eyes seem to tremble slightly around the edges.
“I love you.”
It’s almost a whisper and it’s so bright that it makes everything stop working inside of Darren. It dismantles his heart and puts it back together in few instants. His love for Chris has always been there, right at the core of his being, growing and growing but he still has never said it out loud, afraid of blowing it, of breaking this frail and stunning thing that they have had enough courage
to hold onto.
He traces the lines of Chris’ cheekbones with the tip of his fingers; Chris’ eyes seem to swallow up the whole universe.
“I love you, Chris. So much that there’s no space left for anything else.”
Chris beams at him before leaning over and kissing him. Their lips brush as he speaks.
“Even though we haven’t met before, we still managed to catch each other, right?”
Darren smiles, feeling so happy that he is sure he could burst.
“Just so you know, I’m not letting you go.”
Chris nuzzles his nose against Darren’s neck, making his breath stutter in his lungs.
“You’d better.”
And as Chris slowly slips his fingers under the hem of his t-shirt, Darren is sure that even if they had been born in some unknown parallel universe they would have managed to hold onto each other anyway.
Author: ca_te
Pairing: Darren/Chris
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, Fluff
Notes: Part 9 of "The light that you carry inside" Series
Disclaimer: None of this has happened in reality! It's all fictional!!
Darren leans against the back of the couch and simply watches Chris as he writes- chewing at his lower lip in concentration, a strand of stray hair dangling in front of his face.
This is one of the things that he has missed while he was away- not only the feeling of Chris’ skin against his, of his deep moans swirling in his ears- but also this kind of shared and special peace. The one that comes from being at ease around each other. Darren is pretty sure that he has never experienced something like this in his life. He may have been in love before but this craving to build something that can last, that he would fight for, is something completely new.
Chris turns towards him, a small smile stretching his lips.
“I’m sorry that I’ve to work, Dare. I promise I’ll be quick.”
Darren shakes his head and smiles.
“No need to be sorry, babe. I like watching you.”
To see that Chris still blushes when he tells him these things makes Darren feel warm from the tip of his hair to his toes.
As Chris goes back to his script, Darren moves to lay on the couch- his eyes focused on Chris’ lean back.
He lets his mind wander and run freely and once again he imagines what meeting Chris would have been like if they hadn’t been actors, if they hadn’t meet on set.
What would have been like to stumble into Chris at school, to see him for the first time when they were teenagers? Or maybe they would have met in college, at some party or in a quiet corner of the library. Probably they wouldn’t have met at all, but this is his fantasy and he can shape and twist it as he wants, because somewhere deep inside of him the hopeless romantic that he is certain that Chris and him were meant to be.
He closes his eyes and can almost picture the scene.
He imagines spotting Chris in a corner of the cafeteria, sipping a coffee and reading some book. He imagines stumbling into him in high school, his clear eyes looking right at him in a corridor full of people and voices that don’t matter in the least.
He wonders how it would have been like to go out on their first date back then, when they still had so many things to explore. He can almost picture Chris smiling at him, happy and nervous, his cheeks slightly flustered. He wishes he could have been there for Chris, he wishes he could have given nothing but happiness to him when he was stuck in Clovis, surrounded by so many people who couldn’t see how amazing he was.
He knows that it doesn’t make much sense but he wishes he could have been Chris’ first time.
Then he blinks his eyes open again to find Chris looking at him. Darren wonders how is it possible for his heart to leap like that every time that the other man looks at him right that way, as though he is the most beautiful thing on Earth.
“Hey.”
Chris tilts his head to the side. Something swells inside of Darren at the thought that he has slowly gotten to know Chris’ small gestures, the way his eyes crinkle at the corners when he is happy or the way his shoulders tense when he is upset. This is his Chris, the one he was so nervous and excited to meet the first day on set, the one who almost made him cry when he heard him singing Blackbird for the first time, the one whom he was afraid he could never have.
And instead he is here, pale skin and big gentle heart.
“Come here, babe.”
Chris gets up and pads over to the couch; Darren grabs his hand, the feeling of their fingers slotting together effortlessly making his skin tingle.
“Sometimes I think about how it would have been like if we had met before, or if we had had different lives.”
Chris tilts his head to the side and sits on the carpet right in front of Darren, still holding his hand gently.
“I wish I could have found you before…”
Chris smiles and presses a kiss to each of Darren’s knuckles. His lips brushes against his skin as he speaks.
“You know? It feels as though you’ve always been here with me, though. I…Jesus, I don’t think I’ve ever said something like this…”
Darren feels as though warm water is bubbling inside of him; he feels as though nothing could reach him in the perfect place where Chris manages to bring him every time. He tugs at Chris hand until he is sitting beside him and then pulls him down on top of him- the air that leaves Chris’ lungs twirls in the small space between their lips.
“How do you do it, Chris?”
Chris blinks.
“What?”
“Stealing my breath like this every freaking time.”
Chris chuckles and Darren can feel every single vibration against his chest.
“I swear sometimes I think that you’ve come out of some romantic movie or book.”
“Oh, but you love it, admit it!”
Chris’ eyes seem to tremble slightly around the edges.
“I love you.”
It’s almost a whisper and it’s so bright that it makes everything stop working inside of Darren. It dismantles his heart and puts it back together in few instants. His love for Chris has always been there, right at the core of his being, growing and growing but he still has never said it out loud, afraid of blowing it, of breaking this frail and stunning thing that they have had enough courage
to hold onto.
He traces the lines of Chris’ cheekbones with the tip of his fingers; Chris’ eyes seem to swallow up the whole universe.
“I love you, Chris. So much that there’s no space left for anything else.”
Chris beams at him before leaning over and kissing him. Their lips brush as he speaks.
“Even though we haven’t met before, we still managed to catch each other, right?”
Darren smiles, feeling so happy that he is sure he could burst.
“Just so you know, I’m not letting you go.”
Chris nuzzles his nose against Darren’s neck, making his breath stutter in his lungs.
“You’d better.”
And as Chris slowly slips his fingers under the hem of his t-shirt, Darren is sure that even if they had been born in some unknown parallel universe they would have managed to hold onto each other anyway.